Oh.
Oh, shit.
He’d thought he was being so slick with that mirror trick, but he should have realized that even jocks understood about reflections and not been so obvious in his ogling.
“You got something to say for yourself?”
Alfie shook his head. What could he say? Coach was right. He didn’t care whether the team won or lost. He didn’t care about anything except the opportunity to peep at what he would otherwise never have access to. Now he’d been caught and he was going to be fired, maybe even reported, and have twenty-five angry jocks chasing him around campus.
“Those men in there,” Coach said, pointing at the closed door, “work hard for their place on this team. They work hard in practice, they work hard in games, and they work hard between practice and games. They deserve to be respected.”
Alfie nodded, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.
“They deserve to be pampered, to be served. Which is what you’re here for, Alfie. Not for your own selfish desires. Because what those mendon’tdeserve is to be jerked off to like they’re pictures on a porn site.”
Alfie shook his head. Coach was right.
“You, Alfie, are a runty pipsqueak not fit to lick the feet of men like that. What do you know about being a man?”
Alfie didn’t answer because he didn’t have an answer.
“And yet every night there you are choking your little wiener all over their jerseys.”
Eek. Coach knew about that too?
“It’s disgusting. And disrespectful. If you’re going to continue to be a part of this team, then you need to learn your place on it.”
Was there a possibility he could continue being equipment manager? He peeled his gaze away from the floor where he’d had it firmly fixed and looked up at Coach, then looked right back down again. Coach was so angry. He was glorious like this,another image to beat off to except that if Coach knew Alfie had beat off to him, he would be even angrier.
“I can do better,” he told the floor. “I will, I promise.”
“Damn right you will.” Coach heaved out a big breath. “Sit down, Alfie.” He gestured at his guest chairs and Alfie took a tentative seat right on the edge of one of them. “Now, I know a thing or two about whipping people into shape. If the attitude’s right, I can work on execution.”
“I’ll change my attitude. I’ll think about the team.”
Coach nodded. “You’ll think about the team and the men on the team. What you can do for them, how you can be maximally helpful. Remember, you’re here to serve, not perv.”
“Serve not perv,” Alfie repeated dutifully, though he didn’t see how he could keep himself from perving. If he was in the vicinity of twenty-five hot, naked guys, his dick was going to get hard and his thoughts were going to wander to what he wished they would do to him. And he could try to make it back to his dorm room before jerking off instead of doing it right there on the team laundry, but he didn’t see how he could stop himself from jerking off. It was basically his favorite activity.
“That’s more like it,” Coach said, though his voice still sounded stern. “But a failure to execute doesn’t go uncorrected on this team, and your execution thus far has been extremely poor. If you were a player, I’d have you do a bag skate, but I find the best deterrent for an equipment manager with lewd thoughts is corporal punishment.”
Corporal punishment? Likehitting? Alfie gulped. This had suddenly gotten very serious.
Chapter 2
“A good team is run on discipline, Alfie. I don’t suppose you know anything about running a team.”
Alfie shook his head.
“Of course you don’t. Ever play any sports yourself, son?”
Alfie shook his head again.
Coach heaved an unimpressed sigh. “Doesn’t surprise me. It’s clear you know nothing about discipline and even less about how to be a good teammate. On a team, everyone knows his place. What’s your place again, Alfie?”
“To serve?” That was what Coach had said before.
“And not to…” Coach prompted.
